Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: 14. Taming Han Su-ah
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I dismiss the new notification.
A new one pops up.
I clear the notifications again.
Less than three seconds pass before another one appears.
...I stare blankly at the embarrassing content written in the notification, then delete it again.
It pops up once more.
"Haa..."
In the corner of the training center.
Lee Ha-yoon, who had just changed into her gym clothes moments ago, was now drenched in sweat, sprawled out on the floor, and busy sneaking peeks at her phone.
There was a small reason for this.
In the group chat where she'd muted the notifications.
Her bored friends with nothing better to do were getting all worked up evaluating Seo Woo-jin's face.
...And the photo of Seo Woo-jin, secretly snapped from behind Lee Ha-yoon and pinned like an announcement, was just icing on the cake.
If the guy himself finds out about this, it's a crime. You crazy girls.
[I just saw him, and he's pretty decent, right? Agree?]
But since it wasn't badmouthing or dirty talk—just good things coming out—Lee Ha-yoon allowed it as his girlfriend, just a little.
Feeling inexplicably pleased, she started grinning like an idiot, her fingers eagerly scrolling up the screen.
Praise him more.
Quickly.
I'll forgive you if you do,
so keep going.
[Yeah, he's got a different vibe from Yoo Si-woo.]
A smile bloomed on Lee Ha-yoon's lips as she lay on the dusty urban-style floor.
After all, the name of the vice student council president—summoning-type Transcendent—which had slipped from someone's fingers, could be considered a compliment in its own way.
Boys with physical abilities tended to be overly muscled lumps.
Magic or summoning types were all scrawny.
So, Yoo Si-woo, who was both vice student council president and a summoning-type Transcendent, gave off that vibe of an idol who didn't really work out. Generously speaking, that was the best you could say.
But Seo Woo-jin was different—filled out with lean muscle. And he was taller too.
She'd heard he'd built his body a bit in the past, and lately, he just ran a few kilometers in Han River Park every night as exercise before heading home.
Whatever.
With today's training over, Lee Ha-yoon rolled around energetically while watching the group chat conversation.
Amid the various shouts of exertion and explosive sounds echoing around her.
21 minutes.
Under the training center clock, just nine minutes shy of the 30-minute time limit she'd set.
While everyone else was cursing at their training AIs, rolling on the floor—what the hell is this?—
She had finished her training all by herself.
67
First friend made.
Success!
And it was a cute Japanese girl who spoke awkward Korean.
An incredibly pretty friend at that.
Back at her officetel, Han Su-ah let out a sly "Heh heh," grinning mischievously as she changed her clothes.
Honestly, she'd thought putting on a fake friendly mask and forcing friendships would drain her completely, but she hadn't expected someone to approach her first with such a sweet demeanor.
She'd gotten lucky.
Well, it was still just one person for now.
"Heh heh..."
But one was better than nothing.
From age five to twenty, fifteen whole years with zero friends.
What her father wanted was something like turning her into an 'advertising model' of sorts, so for someone who'd only ever studied her whole life, landing even this much was pretty impressive, wasn't it?
Of course, she wasn't going to stop at one friend.
Ten,
one hundred,
a thousand,
she had to befriend as many as possible.
Then, the image of 'Han Su-ah' as a person would gradually improve.
Good impressions would build toward 'the only daughter of Hanseol Group's eldest son.'
And eventually, it would even have a decent impact on the 'Hanseol Group' image.
...Advertising model duty.
Honestly, it felt kinda crappy,
but it was unavoidable.
She could put up with it by sighing inwardly over and over.
She wanted to just say screw it all and hang out with a few like-minded friends like Yojora, chatting about romance comics,
but the reason a study dud like her had been thrown into the academy was obvious.
She had to work.
Work...
"Sighhh..."
Talking to girls was hard enough—how was she supposed to approach guys?
Worrying about tomorrow's tasks only lasted a moment.
The sun was still high, but Han Su-ah, already in comfy pajamas, rolled right into her blankets and turned on her phone.
Not to giggle over her first friend's phone number.
Though she wasn't entirely against it or anything.
There was something more important.
"Hmm."
What had Yojora said during their comic chat earlier...?
Pick... Pick something...
Hmm. No clue.
She'd just search the bits she remembered.
Han Su-ah's fingers tapped away atop the blankets.
Eye color changes according to emotions...
Ah, found it.
Judging by the flood of posts online, it seemed pretty popular, just like Yojora said.
Yojora had mentioned it was something she recently enjoyed, so even if it was an erotic comic, knowing the gist of the plot might help their conversations.
And also...
...Truth be told, even at twenty, her knowledge of that stuff was practically zero.
It was a bit embarrassing.
"Might as well learn a little now..."
She'd heard kids these days did that sort of thing in middle school—what kind of sense did it make for her to not even know exactly what a guy's thing looked like, like some Joseon-era person?
No, in the Joseon era, she'd probably already have a kid in kindergarten at her age.
Maybe even a second one.
This was worse than Joseon times.
Her parents had probably raised her strictly because of all the noise around drugs, sex, and such from a young age...
But now, for about three days, she was free.
Well, technically free except for the two aunts handling the housework.
One erotic comic for studying should be fine...
Han Su-ah glanced around her bedroom, gulped, and clicked on a post.
The fact that browsing history might get saved and discovered someday?
Computer-illiterate Han Su-ah had no idea.
She just figured it was okay since she was away from the main house.
"......"
Three minutes passed like that.
Dark black.
Bright blue.
Soft yellow, and so on.
The girl's eye color shifted with her emotions, turning pink right after a confession-like line from the boy, and then the comic ended.
A short one-shot.
No erotic scenes in it.
"...Hmm...?"
Weird.
Yojora had definitely said it was a bit erotic.
Did she skip the naughty parts?
Han Su-ah scrolled back up carefully, rereading it.
But even by her strict standards for lewdness, there was nothing that fit the bill.
What could it be...?
Why call this erotic...?
"...Ah."
Tilting her head, Han Su-ah scrolled to the bottom just in case, and that's when the flood of comments came into view.
Comments like "So hot..." (She vaguely knew that was bad).
Sex... no, precisely "s3x when?" comments.
Golden Sun NTR...? Unintelligible cryptic stuff.
Comments saying it actually ends with real sex.
And one suspicious link,
with tons of grateful replies.
"Aha."
She got it.
Since the internet was open to everyone, they'd probably translated and posted a censored version for minors.
Makes sense.
So clicking this link would let her see it, right?
Virus? Nah, probably not.
After a brief hesitation, Han Su-ah clicked the link in the comments and switched pages.
...Age verification.
A little startled, but she was an adult.
What's weird about an adult viewing adult content?
A twinge of illicit thrill.
She already knew the plot, so maybe just peek here? A bit of fear of the unknown.
It was just prep for talking with Yojora—not because she wanted to see naughty stuff.
A dash of brazenness.
With these jumbled emotions, Han Su-ah entered her resident registration number and phone number.
And so, stepping into this 'strange place' for the first time, the very first thing Han Su-ah saw was.
"...Eh."
She'd thought it'd look gross,
but it wasn't that bad.
...Kinda cute, even?
A man's genitalia.
"......"
She had a rough idea.
Like knowing 'drinking water quenches thirst,'
she knew 'putting a man's genitalia into a woman's and ejaculating can cause pregnancy.'
And that 'a man's gets hard when aroused.'
She wasn't completely uneducated.
But she hadn't known it looked like that.
Veins bulging a bit,
the tip all puffy,
and a dip right below...
...She hadn't known.
"......"
That it could slide into a woman's body just like that, so naturally.
She hadn't known.
"......"
She knew.
That what was before her eyes wasn't real porn, just a drawing.
So there'd be some exaggeration.
But it wouldn't be totally divorced from reality.
...Sticking something like that into a girl like that...
Thud,
thud,
pounding away like an animal,
that had to be sex, roughly speaking.
Is it okay to be this rough...?
The girl must be in pain...
That spot looks so tiny; something that thick probably doesn't fit easily...
"...Mm, uhm..."
...No one's watching, so why does this feel so embarrassing?
Han Su-ah's eyes, experiencing something lewd for the first time, tentatively scanned the drawing.
Two people soaked in sweat.
Panting breaths.
Saliva trailing under an extended tongue.
...The man's genitalia, looking incredibly rigid even in the drawing,
plunging in and out of the woman's sopping with mysterious fluids.
Slap—!
The man's hand striking the heroine's white, soft buttocks hard.
His handprint marking her skin.
...Despite such shameful treatment, her head buried in the pillow, surrounded by mangled hearts, too busy moaning.
Finally, the manhood slamming root-deep over and over, countless times,
pressing his lower belly so hard her butt flesh compressed,
spewing an absurd amount of white fluid that was obviously semen,
then pulling out of her womanhood to dribble onto the bed.
Even the girl's backside twitching in pleasurable afterglow.
"......"
Finishing her viewing silently in short order, Han Su-ah blinked rapidly.
She turned off the screen and muttered as if spitting it out.
"...Pervert."
No words could express her feelings more accurately.
She'd watched it once to chat with Yojora tomorrow,
and to fill in her lacking sex knowledge,
but... it was just too weird.
Manhood and womanhood fusing?
Fine up to the fusion part.
But why smack the girl's butt?
It'd hurt both ways.
And casually creampieing—what if she got pregnant...?
No, this was fiction, so whatever.
Anyway.
She had no idea why she'd even look this up.
Yojora's taste in comics was this...?
Hmm...
Beats her.
Sorry, Yojora.
Better to reread her old comics.
Han Su-ah slipped out of bed and grabbed a manga she'd read before, rolling around with it.